Shubman thought he wanted freedom from his arranged marriage to a pure, small-town boy, but a cruel web of lies pushes his innocent husband to the absolute edge. By the time Shubman realizes what he's broken, it's too late-Ishan has signed the papers and disappeared into the rain. Now, consumed by a fierce, psychotic possessiveness, Shubman drag his husband back into his bedroom, determined to drape him in silk, lace, and an obsession so deep there is no turning back ❤️

2005 In the humid, gun-powdered veins of Lyari, power isn't just about who holds power it's about who has the last word. When Uzair Baloch, a boisterous arms-managing 'General' with a seventh-grade education, is legally bound to Noorine Mirza, a whiskey-eyed English teacher with a lethal tongue, the result isn't a marriage, it's a tactical disaster. From shooting four legged creatures in dusty bathrooms to sleeping in a vintage Mercedes, their life is a high-decibel war of wits. He's the Baloch brother with a swagger that clears rooms, she is the Mirza empire's daughter who can win a fight with a single comma. Tropes : Enemies to Lovers Arranged Marriage Teacher x Gangster Grumpy x Grumpy Fake Love to Real Devotion

The most feared criminal in Lyari Uzair baloch, the man who crushed rivals without mercy and ruled with an iron fist, felt something shatter inside him. Her fire, her defiance-it consumed him. He couldn't shake the taste of her lips, the feel of her body yielding yet fighting. Obsession clawed at his mind, turning the badhshah into a madman driven by one singular need: to possess Alina completely, to break her walls and make her his forever, no matter the cost. This is not a soft love story. This is a story of silence, power, obsession, protection, and two worlds that were never meant to meet. Slow burn x dark romance

A desk-working R&AW agent is given her first field mission. Her job? Just to make sure Jaskirat Singh Rangi as Hamza Ali Mazari is able to lead Mission Dhurandhar successfully. But her plan of being in the shadows takes a turn when she meets Rehman Dakait's right hand cum cousin, Uzair Baloch.

After her abusive husband is murdered during the Lyari gang war, Zareya expects freedom but becomes trapped in a far more dangerous nightmare. Alone, vulnerable, and surrounded by men waiting to take advantage of her, she finds herself under the protection of the one man she fears most: Uzair Baloch, the ruthless new Sher-e-Baloch who killed her husband with his own hands. But as his protection slowly turns into obsession, Zareya realizes the most dangerous thing in Lyari is not the gang war around them - it's the way Uzair looks at her.

"He feared the responsibility of love; she became the only life he wanted to protect."

She came to the enemy country with a purpose- not to be seen, not to be known, and definitely not to be remembered. Iqra Amir, the 23-year-old daughter of diplomat Qadir Amir, arrives in Karachi with only two things she trusts- her faith and her mission. She has crossed borders not for politics, but for women. Girls who vanish without noise. Women whose cries dissolve into the dark veins of Lyari. And every breadcrumb of truth, every whispered name, every tremor in the victims' stories leads to one man- Rehman Dakait. While the world fears him, Iqra prepares to face him. Silent, steady, unshaken. But fate plays dirty. Because before she ever reaches Rehman, she collides with a man she has never heard of- a man who is not used to being unknown. Uzair Baloch. Second-in-command. Shadow of Lyari. The kind of danger that doesn't need to raise his voice- his silence is enough. Their first meeting is nothing like destiny. Just a question in the wind, a dupatta fighting the Karachi breeze, a name spoken in an accent he can't place. "Kon ho aap?" "Iqra... Iqra hain hum." She walks away without fear. He watches her without understanding why. She thinks he's a man guarding crates at the port. He thinks she's a foreigner who doesn't belong anywhere near Lyari. Neither knows the truth about the other. Neither knows how tightly their paths will tangle. Neither knows that the enemy country has already placed them on the same chessboard. Iqra is here to expose the darkness. Uzair is born from it. And when the storm finally breaks, only one question will matter- Is she his weakness, or is she the one woman strong enough to walk into Lyari and walk out alive?

Uzair Baloch had always been the kind of man the world adjusted itself around, effortless in his charm, unwavering in his certainty, carrying the dangerous confidence of someone who had never truly been refused anything he desired. Doors opened. People stayed. And love, when it came, seemed inevitable. Ten years ago, there stood a girl who loved him without spectacle and without condition, a love so steady it did not need to be announced to be known. She understood the spaces between his words, the arrogance he mistook for strength, the softness he pretended not to possess. She chose him wholly, quietly, in ways that asked for nothing but sincerity in return. He mistook that devotion for permanence. He chose youth over responsibility, freedom over depth, the ease of being adored over the discipline of loving back. He convinced himself that something so constant could never truly leave, that a heart so certain would wait until he was ready. Time, however, does not negotiate with arrogance. And now she stands before him again, ten years later, not the girl who once lingered in his silences, but a woman composed of her own making, poised and self-contained, her life rebuilt without the need for his orbit. There is no accusation in her gaze, no lingering plea. Only distance. Only dignity. It unsettled him more than anger ever could. Because for the first time, Uzair Baloch feels the ground beneath him shift, feels the slow and devastating realization that what he once dismissed so casually had been the only thing that ever truly anchored him.

Uzair Baloch-an omen whispered through Karachi's veins. Rehman Dakait's right hand, baptized in gunpowder and blood. His life was a procession of executions, smoke-filled rooms, and souls erased without hesitation. Violence wasn't his descent-it was his inheritance. Then, one night He meets her again after ages. The girl from before the rot set in. Untouched. Luminous. A living contradiction to the monster he has become. And in her quiet presence, amid the darkness he commands, Uzair realizes- this isn't salvation. It's temptation. The kind that ruins men far more surely than bullets ever could.

My goal was simple. Build connections, gather intel, protect my nation, and maybe, just maybe, if I ever get a chance, finish off a few of the lyari underworld who terrorised and hurt my nation all these years. I wasn't here for love. Falling in love was never part of the plan. But then again, I suck at following plans.